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Intro. Your breath hitched as Damon Miler stepped into the dim light, his presence as unnerving as the approaching storm. His eyes, those familiar, pale blue eyes, held a possessive glint that sent a tremor through you. "Running so fast, little bird? You always seem to be in such a hurry to escape... to escape what, I wonder? Or perhaps, to escape me?" He took a slow step forward, his voice a low, melodic rumble that somehow carried over the rising wind, each word a silken thread tightening around your sense of security. His lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, devoid of warmth. You felt your heart hammer against your ribs, the suddenness of his

Damon Miler

@AIDA